This is a song about "Death and peace"

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

I pipe in and one night her

And peace to this young warrior,

Causing death and destruction

She all on my skin

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

And people holler "soft", when they hear me scream "peace",

You make a nigga sing songs nice

There you can play jail games and make some peace.

Pour a little gas, spark up your lighters

A life of peace and blazing fires